Steel Soviet Union

Many people know Malashenko's name, and it is not uncommon for Malashenko to be stopped suddenly.

But being suddenly stopped by a child was the first experience for Malashenko.

Malashenko, who was slightly surprised, swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and then looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a little boy in his early ten years heading toward him under the obstruction of a Red Army soldier. Waving his hands.

"What's going on? Do you know that kid?"

Lavrinenko, who also heard the sound and came over, stood next to Malashenko and asked, but Malashenko, who looked confused, obviously did not mean what Lavrinenko said.

"No, never seen it."

"Then why did the child call you the same as asking for daddy? Did you leave something for your first love? Even you have forgotten it after so many years."

""

This stupid old gangster!

Seeing that Malashenko's expression was not right and he was about to have an attack, Lavrinenko, who was smiling playfully, hurriedly took the opportunity to run away and hid to the side. He changed his way and continued to speak in a begging tone.

"Just kidding, don't get angry! I know you love Natalia the most, but I don't know anything about Anya."

"???"

"No, no, no, hey, put down the stone in your hand. I'll take command here. Hurry over and see what's going on over there."

Malashenko feels that Lavrinenko has a very bad sign in recent times: he is becoming more and more talkative.

But as the saying goes, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. What even Malashenko, who picked up a stone randomly in his hand to scare Lavrinenko and was about to throw it at him, did not realize it.

The reason why Lavrinenko became more and more rude and talkative was probably because he learned it from him, a later time traveler.

Malashenko, who threw the stone in his hand casually, knew that now was not the time for joking, and without saying much, he turned around and trotted in the direction of the child.

Seeing the child's yelling, he actually called Captain Malashenko who was not far away from the dock. The helpless Red Army soldier didn't want to stop him any more, and immediately let go of his arms around the child. His arms were still blocking the child's path.

"Wait here, kid! There is a military restricted area behind, and you have to wait until Commander Malashenko comes in person! What a lucky kid."

Before the Red Army soldier who was on guard duty finished speaking, Malashenko, who was trotting all the way, had already arrived in front of him with hurried footsteps.

"I heard someone calling my name here. Can you explain the situation to me? Comrade."

"Well, that's it, Captain Malashenko, this kid"

Malashenko's words had just finished, and the soldiers on duty had yet to say a word of explanation, but the seemingly honest boy took the lead and spoke first.

"They are all bad people, Captain Malashenko, they won't treat my mother! They want my mother to die in the cave!"

"Commander Malashenko, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. This is not the truth."

Malashenko, who had already guessed the general situation, raised his hand to signal the soldier who was about to explain to wait and stop. Then he leaned down in a half-crouched posture to be at eye level with the child, and then spoke in a relatively gentle manner. said in a tone of voice.

"Don't worry, speak slowly, child. What's your name? Tell me what happened to your mother? Why do you say the Red Army uncles are bad people? Look at this red star, I am also a glorious Red Army soldier."

Malashenko, who had taken off his combat uniform and changed to the regular uniform of a tank corps lieutenant colonel, took off the big-brimmed hat on his head and handed it to the child's hand like a toy. He pointed at the cap badge inlaid on the hat. He spoke patiently to the child with a very warm smile.

"Egor, my name is Yegor, the leader of Malashenko. I am 10 years old this year."

Uh, I'll take this name.

The child's voice was innocent and innocent, but it sounded different to Malashenko.

The name Yegor is somewhat famous in later Russia, representing a Soviet economist, politician and Russian Prime Minister. It can also be equated with the notorious "shock therapy" in rumors.

Although he didn't like the name, the child was just a child after all. There were so many people with the same name in the Soviet Union. There was no need for Malashenko to continue to struggle with this matter. At most, it was just a little surprising.

Malashenko was listening quietly, while the children continued to talk.

"My mother hasn't eaten anything for three days and she looks very sick. I begged these Red Army uncles to go see my mother and treat her, but no one paid attention to me, no one cared about me, and no one could see me. I."

"My mother is really upset. She can no longer see me, Captain Malashenko. Everyone says you are a real hero. I have been waiting for you here all night. Please save my mother. "

Malashenko could confirm from the child's eyes that the little boy was definitely not lying. That kind of anxiety and hesitation for his mother was not something a child of this age could hypocritically produce. But what was the reason for this? To achieve this result, it is something that must be clarified first.

"Okay, Yegor, I heard everything you said! Now just stay here like a man and wait for a while. I will be back soon, okay?"

Yegor, who seemed to understand, chose to give Malashenko unconditional trust and nodded. Malashenko, who had stabilized the child's side, stood up and patted the shoulder of the soldier who had just stopped the child. He motioned for the soldier to follow him and speak to a place where the children could not hear him.

"Come, try this, comrade, the cigarettes are made in the United States, they taste great."

Malashenko finally showed mercy. Most of Dr. Karachev's suitcase contained American cigarettes. Malashenko only took two cans away and took away the remaining six cans. Perhaps he can wait until later.

Now, good American cigarettes have become Malashenko's talking tool. Although as Malashenko, he can use a commanding tone to get what he wants to know, but if possible, Malashenko still hopes that the entire questioning process can be easier.

After all, it is not easy for every soldier who has defended this great city and fought all the way to this day. There is no need to question them in a harsh tone.

Click——

Malashenko, who offered the soldier a cigarette without saying anything, took the initiative to connect the fire to the soldier. He quickly blurted out a casual question like a chat.

"What happened to the mother of that child? What happened here? Can you talk to me in detail? Comrade."